Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"It's a lot of fun now."

Clint is sitting in a pizzeria and the owner disappears. He slurred while chewing on the pizza. Sam sat next to him, frowning at the TV and said, "I admire his courage, but after these words, I'm afraid he won't end well."

The boss disappeared. They were uninvited guests, and Sam gave Clint a good show of cooking skills he had learned from boredom at home. His pizza is really good.

Clint shrugged, grabbed the Diet Coke beside him and took a gulp, burping comfortably and inconspicuously: "Seriously, Sam. I wouldn't be surprised if he kills himself at home tomorrow. "

"I bet the day after tomorrow." Sam glanced at him and took a hundred dollars from his pocket, with Benjamin Franklin's face imprinted on it, and he made a contemplative look.

Clint thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "No."

"Are you afraid?"

"'No' means, I want to overweight."

Clint grinned and said, "We forgot about the chief, he's a guy. But those bastards don't care if he's a nice guy or a tough guy. I'll add two hundred bucks. Bet he'll get killed tomorrow. to assassination."

Sam looked at him, then at the money, gritted his teeth, took out fifty, and said, "Well, this is my last money."

"Are you so poor?" Clint asked puzzled.

Sam looked at him and pointed to his face: "Retired, I don't have a job. Why do you think I can be rich? Not everyone has the same pension as you!"

"Ah, then forget it. I don't make money from the poor, it's boring." Clint waved his hand indifferently, he took out Sam's money and gave it back to him.

Sam didn't answer.

He stared: "What do you mean? Do you think I will lose? Let me tell you, although I am poor, my luck in this bet is very good..."

He babbled about how lucky he was, like going to Las Vegas with five dollars and winning three thousand dollars a night. Clint threw a handful of shredded bills on the table while fumbling him insincerely. It was meal money. He grabbed his bow and arrow and walked out the door, saying to Sam, "It's not that I think you're going to lose...Sam, it's that you've already lost."

"what?"

Hawkeye pointed to a black car that just drove past the door. "They move really fast," he said calmly.

Sam glanced at him, and the two ran out of the shop. The wings on Sam's back spread out, and he took the eagle eye and flew into the sky. He asked, "How sure is it?"

"Eighty percent. I know their car."

"Make no mistake, Clint. How long have you been gone?"

"Are you questioning an agent's intuition?"

"No, I just simply don't think you have this ability."

"Hmph." Hawkeye snorted coldly, and he motioned Sam to place him on the roof of a nearby building, from where he could directly see the crowd gathered in front of the police station and Chief Stacey who was answering reporters' questions. Hawkeye squatted on the roof, squinting, observing the surrounding environment. Sam took to the sky again and began to provide him with reconnaissance.

"Although I don't want to admit it, you seem to be right, Clint." Sam's mixed voice came from the headset, Hawkeye frowned, and he asked, "What did you see?"

"There are four action teams coming this way... Heck, they don't move when a disaster strikes, but they're amazingly quick to catch their own people."

"I'm used to it." Hawkeye turned his head, he shot an arrow at an SUV driving on the road like a prophet, and the arrow flew out quietly in the dark night, from his bow all the way to the driver on the staff's head.

"The first one is solved.

How about the others? "

"Look to your right, the traffic light on the second block, a black SUV. There should be four people on it."

"It's a small matter." Hawkeye calmly bent his bow and arrows again, he was accustomed to killing, as long as he entered the state, then nothing could interfere with him.

"Not bad, old guy. Your archery has not regressed." Sam, who saw his results, sighed in his headset, and then said: "The other two must have noticed something wrong, they stopped. Let me see. .. heck, they have sniper rifles and found me!"

He spoke quickly into the headset, and Hawkeye heard the loud gunshots and the sound of bullets in the headset.

"That shot is very close to you."

"...very close. Those bastards." Sam gritted his teeth and said nothing. Hawkeye saw his wings glowing silver in the night, and a swooped down towards the bastard who shot him. He rose in mid-air and shielded his body with bullets. The bullets hit his wings and made a clinking sound, but none of them really hit his body.

Hawkeye heard his roar in the headset: "Go eat shit! You bastards!"

He wasn't interested in looking at their bodies. The power of Sam's two pulse pistols hit the thick building with one shot and one hole, not to mention the human body. Even wearing body armor doesn't help. After all, it is the technology of Stark Enterprises.

It was at this moment that the crowd gathered in front of the police station noticed the strangeness and the sound of gunfire. Hawkeye saw them fleeing everywhere, and the screams resounding through the clouds. The seasoned agent stood up straight, took out the hooklock gun from his waist, and swung to the building opposite.

He planned to protect Hobson and Director Stacey after getting close. If these two people died here, New York might become independent tomorrow. Then the fun will be big, even if he doesn't have much affection for the federal government now, he doesn't want to see a war. All those who died were civilians.

He was running on the roof, but there was a cracking sound in his ears.

Hawkeye's pupils shrank sharply, he rolled over and the attacker landed lightly where he had just stood. He bent his bow and arrow and looked back, two strangely dressed men were standing facing him.

One was wearing a red and blue bodysuit with cobweb-like textures, large white goggles, and even a spider logo on his chest. The other's body curve looks like a woman, she wears a hood, the same white goggles, and the pink white and black tights make her look special.

But Hawkeye didn't care at all.

His arms didn't tremble at all, he released his fingers, and an arrow shot immediately at the spider web head wearing red and blue tights, but what he didn't expect was that the guy didn't move, like a prophet in advance. Reached out his hand and caught his arrow.

"Who are you?" Hawkeye asked sharply.